The American Day

On the 3rd our plan was to escape the phone and door bell by going to a movie.  In India there are theaters that have what is called "gold service" where the seats recline 160 degrees and there is valet service.  So, with this as our goal for the day, we began an "Americanized" day.  Well, except for the fact that we had a driver.  

The itinerary:

12pm: sit in traffic on the way to the Green Market.  Ignore begging children playing drums and tapping on the window.  

12:30pm: drive around Green Market looking for Mac Store.  Get car stuck in mini traffic jam on a very small one lane drive.  After a little backing up, a little honking, and some help from a bystander, get two cars facing each other to move and turn down the correct corridor.  

1pm:  finally find the Mac Store in the Green Market.  Walk around the back into the ally, up two flights of stairs, and behind the dusty door.  4,000 rupees later, new mac book charger in hand.

1:30pm:  find the McDonald's.  Driver doesn't know.  Lavanya doesn't know.  The two Americans spot the golden arches at the same time.  Eat chicken sandwich, fries, and Coke.  A little taste of home.

2:30pm: drive to mall for the movie.  Go through metal detector.  Get patted down.  Find out the movie is sold out.  Shop in very swanky mall.  Buy some Bollywood films.  Get to see the upper class and diplomatic crowd.  Get bored.

3:00pm:  lose driver.  Call for driver over P.A.  Search parking lot for driver.  Wait for driver.  Find driver!  Go home.

5:00pm:  Get home.  Watch American movie.  Order Dominos (w/ pork pepperoni--yuck).